Epically bad word vomit in half-poetic form....

[bleedingangel84]

*deep breath*

Can't find the words in prose,
so I'll speak in poem

I am
Questioning
many things.

What is good?
What is evil?
Where do I fit?

Am I a great big cosmic shit?
An evil stain, to be condemned?

Goddess, carry me away
from the pain and voices of my past.

Every breath I breathed then
was hell inside a storm.

Every action
was a bleeding wound
forcing me to hurt.

Even breathing
felt like sin.

What comes
naturally to me-
they'd call it perverse.

I am different,
but not wrong.

I see beyond
what they look at
with judgment
in their eyes.

I take joy
in what they
despise.

Love is love,
no matter the form.

Fiction can be enough
to save a life.

It's an escape.

Even if things
don't always turn
out right,
at least
the chapter ends.

Another story
can begin.

And so the characters
are forever.

Comments

[bleedingangel84.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much. I'm glad you were able to appreciate this. I tend to write random poems when bad religious memories interfere with my thoughts. It was very cathartic.